Bad Decisions | Camren

Bad Decisions

"Lauren I'm bored," Camila whined, flopping onto Lauren's bed in their shared hotel room. The green-eyed girl barely looked up from her phone before saying "Okay, so do something."

"Well, I would. But I don't know what to do," Camila said, propping her chin up with her hands and pouting up at her bandmate. Lauren sighed and locked her phone, putting it next to her. She looked down at Camila, trying to keep the smile creeping up on her from showing. Camila saw it though, and her pout turned into a wide grin. "Let's do something," she said sitting up.

"Like what," Lauren said leaning forward, deciding to placate the brunette.

"Ummm. Let's go clubbing," she said snickering. She wasn't serious but Lauren raised an eyebrow considering it. Camila looked at her and giggled, "Should we?" she asked. The raven-haired girl grinned cheekily and said: "Why not?" With that, Camila rushed off the bed to find some clothes and get ready. Lauren followed, albeit with less chaotic energy. They Uber'd to their venue of choice after debating whether they should go to an emptier looking one to avoid people that could recognize them or a crowded one to blend in. They chose a crowded one since it would be more fun and blending in seemed like their best option. When they stepped inside, the music was blasting, the air was stuffy, and the people were suffocating. Lauren hated it immediately but Camila didn't seem to mind. They had to stand quite close to each other and lean in even closer to be able to talk, and if Lauren was being honest, she didn't particularly mind when someone brushed against her and pushed her farther into Camila's space. The brunette grabbed Lauren's hand and pulled her farther onto the dance floor while Lauren protested. "Camz, I'm not drunk enough for this," she complained, laughing. "Then let's get you drunk," Camila said, changing directions. They reached the bar and Camila ordered them both tequila. She turned to Lauren and smiled, telling her it was her favorite drink. "I know." After a few shots, Camila was even giddier than before, if that was even possible. She, once again, proceeded to drag Lauren to the dance floor, and this time the taller girl didn't protest. Lauren danced sensually as always despite the radio-trash music playing at full blast. Camila bobbed clumsily along to the music, watching Lauren's every move with a wide smile gracing her face. Lauren noticed and danced closer to her bandmate, eventually placing her hands on her waist, pulling her in. Camila was surprised, but she didn't protest. She wrapped her arms around Lauren's neck and followed her movements, the two of them dancing together, trapped in their own world. Lauren leaned closer and husked in Camila's ear, "You're cute when you're trying to dance." The brunette's heart started to race, Lauren's breath tickling her ear. She blushed, thankful for the dark lighting that hid her face. "What do you mean 'trying'? I can totally dance," she said, feigning indignance. Lauren leaned back laughing. "You can not."

"Shut up," Camila said, hitting Lauren's chest. Instead of moving her hand away though, she let it rest there, brushing her fingers lightly along Lauren's collarbone. Suddenly she giggled and rested her forehead where her hand was a moment before. "You're really pale," she said full-on laughing.

"Camila!" Lauren gasped. "You are so not funny," she said.

"Then why are you smiling?"

"You're too adorable not to smile at," Lauren said, brushing a strand of hair behind Camila's ear. Camila leaned into Lauren's touch and closed her eyes. "I have to pee," she said suddenly, her eyes flying open, effectively ruining the small moment. Lauren laughed and walked with her toward the bathroom. When they got there Camila seemed to forget what they had gone there for and leaned into Lauren's body. She sighed and said, "You make it kind of hard not to like you, you know." Lauren furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and asked Camila what she meant. "Well, you're really pretty. And you look at me all intensely, and sometimes," she stopped for a moment to giggle. "And sometimes when you look at me the way you do I get all hot and flustered because your eyes are just so, so... green. No that doesn't make sense, they're really... I don't know but I like the way you look at me." Lauren couldn't keep the grin off her face listening to Camila ramble about the way she looked at her. She knew that if Camila hadn't already been draped across her body, she would have been drawn closer to the girl. She was metal to the magnet of Lauren's soul. Or something cheesy like that. Camila then remembered that she had to pee and pushed herself off of Lauren. She took the lead on the way back to the dance floor and Lauren took this time to admire her bandmate's curves. She didn't understand how someone so tiny could have such a great ass. Camila whipped around smiling like an idiot and started dancing again, drawing Lauren into her space. They were once again wrapped around each other, this time much closer than before. Camila looked up at Lauren through her eyelashes and smirked, turning around but keeping the same amount of distance, or lack thereof, between them. And suddenly Lauren found herself holding onto Camila's waist for dear life as the brunette pushed her ass into Lauren's front. The feeling of Camila's body coupled with the alcohol in her system and the music pervading her senses had Lauren feeling almost overwhelmed with desire. She dropped her head into Camila's neck and placed feather-like kisses over her skin, prompting Camila to tilt her head back, giving Lauren more room to roam. She almost didn't hear the soft moan Camila let out over the music. Almost. And when she heard it she drew back, turning Camila back around and giving her that infamous stare, telling her without words that they should go back to the hotel room to find some privacy and finish what they had started. The entire ride back to the hotel, Camila had her head on Lauren's shoulder, drawing designs on her thigh. She decided she really didn't want Lauren to change her mind, so she dragged her fingers under the green-eyed girl's short dress, higher up her thigh. Lauren's head dropped back against the headrest and her eyes fluttered closed. When the car pulled up in front of their hotel she got out as quickly as possible, Camila following close behind. Their hands were intertwined as they practically sprinted towards the elevator and impatiently waited for one to open, their breathing heavy with anticipation. As soon as they heard the sound that signaled an opening, they rushed into the small carriage. It was empty and it was close to one a.m. and Camila didn't want to wait any longer. She had wanted to ravish Lauren since the day she saw her on X-Factor. Okay, that may have been a little dramatic but Camila was drunk and she wasn't thinking straight. She wasn't thinking straight at all. In fact, she was thinking pretty gay thoughts about Lauren. And-- oh Lauren must have been having the same thoughts because suddenly Camila was thinking about Lauren's lips crashing into hers, and how she felt her body being pressed up against the cold walls of the elevator, and Lauren's hands harshly gripping her waist, and her own hands tugging at black hair, and, oh god, she never thought Lauren's lips would taste so good. The doors eventually opened at their floor and they reluctantly broke apart. They stood staring at each other, for a long while, so many questions left unspoken. Lauren noticed the elevator doors start to close again and she lunged toward them, dragging a giggling Camila behind her. They actually sprinted towards their room this time and Camila hugged Lauren from behind, peppering kisses on her back as Lauren fumbled with the key card. She finally got the door open and they hurried into the room, hands finding any expanse of open skin. The quiet space was filled with the sounds of soft pants and moans and suddenly the sound of Lauren's zipper sliding down her back. Camila pulled back and watched Lauren's dress slide off her body, admiring the stark contrast of her lacy, black underwear and smooth, pale skin. She bit her bottom lip and simply stared for a moment until she dragged her eyes off of Lauren's body to meet her intense gaze. "Is this okay?" Camila whispered. Lauren smiled and stepped closer, which prompted Camila to run her fingertips down the line of Lauren's stomach. "More than okay," she finally responded. She reached around and tugged at Camila's zipper. "May I?" she asked softly. Camila nodded and Lauren pulled her zipper all the way down, revealing a set of white underwear standing out against tanned skin. Like yin and yang, she thought, always so philosophical. They met again in a heated and frantic kiss, the goosebumps on their skin not from the cold. They made their way over to the bed, collapsing onto it with Camila resting in between Lauren's legs. She ran her hands up the paler girl's thighs and admired the planes of Lauren's body. She really hoped she'd be able to remember this in the morning. The way Lauren looked sprawled across the hotel sheets, her hair like a shadowy halo around her head, her green eyes dark and blown with lust, her cheeks flushed, her lips kiss swollen and bruised a dark red color. Lauren was once again thinking the same kind of thoughts. She wasn't as drunk, so she knew she would remember the way Camila looked propped up above her, her hair flowing down her back in waves, the pink tint to her cheeks, the way she captured her bottom lip between her teeth and how her eyes flickered over Lauren's body like she simply could not look upon her enough. She was, however, drunk enough to make some terribly bad decisions. Bad decisions like sitting up to grasp the back of Camila's neck to pull her down into a kiss, their bodies flush against each other. Bad decisions like flipping them over so that she was on top, trailing light nips and kisses down Camila's neck and across her collar bones. Bad decisions like unclasping the white bra the brunette was wearing and dragging her hands down to where Camila wanted her most, sending waves of pleasure into the smaller girl. And when they both finally slept, Camila's head buried in the crook of Lauren's neck and their legs intertwined, their dreams were filled with flashes of green eyes and tan skin, goosebumps and scratch marks, faint whimpers and moans, and flashes of blinding white pleasure.

A/N:  I think I'm going to do a second part.  But only a second part, no shot is this turning into a story because my inconsistent ass cannot keep up with a story lmao.